I’ve worn this blue, pink, and yellow outfit in the wild before and have been accused of dressing like a box of Crayolas. To that I say, jealous?!
As far as I’m concerned this outfit is cute and fun. Juvenile, yes, but to those who would accuse a 40-year-old woman of being too old to pull off something so playful and twee, I would say there’s no age limit to joy.
In conclusion: can I live?!
Red is power, dynamic. Blue is cool and controlled. White is innocent purity. The whole aims not to withhold.
A hand held in both strength and friendship. Seen on flags and logos alike.
Warmth and detachment in tension. Maintaining the boldness to strike.
Perfect for company picnics, where small talk will numb limbs and minds.
Dark thoughts erased with soft ice cream, in flavours to help you unwind.
Whenever I go to my local hot dog resto I like to wear a black pleather mini with a yellow tank and a red cardi.
The skirt says I’m hot to trot, while the shoes say I forgot I broke the right heel about a year ago and now I can barely stay upright.
The wide-brimmed hat says it’s that time of year when it’s super sunny but not excessively warm, hence the cardigan which is office-appropriate enough to fill out a TPS report, while the tank top assures you I’ll do so with a sunny disposition.
